In his greedy hands,
I’m just a doll,
Not a person.
With a beating heart.
With an imagination.
No, I’m just a piece of space,
I don’t have thoughts,
I don’t have feelings.
I’m just some toy,
Who would not care.
In his greedy hands,
I’m only an object,
An object not worth much.

Bright and polite
kids. Deferential
squirrels. Leaders of
leaders. Each man
his own man
living with his mate.
The great and the small,
all, the state.
                       On the other hand,
you find yourself
no hawk
but stuck
in traffic. Lack of
spirit, spiritual identity,
not free or free
philosophically about
no freedom. Caught
no sign
of letting go.

One. Bo-Peep's
sure Woody
is her man, an answer
to the question why
be a toy? Buzz too
would do.
Two. The men at least
have missions
leading other toys
through risky situations
sprinkler weather
or just play,
cleaning schedule.

So it goes
not homosexual
not hetero.
Not defined
by circumstance
or genetic material.
Gone beyond
the creator
to an infinity
that contains
him and us and our
collective minds.
Question is
can it exist
without us?
Would it matter?
Yes, if
that **** squirrel
gets run over.

As if bound
and chained
to a rock
in the middle
of a vast, hot
desert,
I wait;
Praying for
a salvation
which might
come eventually...
*...Maybe.

As I sink into the abyss
Left by your absence
I think of you
The way you loved me
And the way you stopped so abruptly
Like a ship
Hitting the bottom of the ocean
Its final resting place
So is this mine
Alone and cold
Trapped in a dark corner
Like a forgotten child’s toy

The thing is:
You **** me off.
I am literally so done with your sass.
Your stares that cut through me.
The annoying way you ignore me to get me to "chase after" you.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
Im not a toy, **** it.
Either love me or don't.
Fact of the matter is, I will ALWAYS love you.
I have tried not to. I can't win.
So either leave me alone,
Or hold me while I cry.

Forever is a long time, darling,
It is not the cold air of winter chill
Which the sun will **** and thus born spring.
It is not the stars that light the night
Which, in fact, merely reflects the sun.
For as I said, forever is a long time, mate.

When you said you'll love me forever,
Did you realize forever is a long time?
You pledged your love to me, your girl
And you promised we'll be like poems that rhyme.

When you said you'll protect me forever,
Until death do as part and still you will
Watch over me from Heaven,
Did you realize what you've promised isn't real?

Because, honey, forever isn't like what you think,
The sun will not shine forever,
The trees will not grow forever,
The moon will not be moon forever,
And the earth and its people is not ceased to exist forever.
For it is told the time will come,
When we all be mere memories,
And the new world will do us harm,
And all of us will be just stories.

Forever is a long time, boy,
Don't you make promises with your toy.